The Vibe
Visual: A pink motel sign buzzing in the twilight. Melted cherry ice cream on the dashboard. Heart-shaped sunglasses. A polaroid photo of a girl laughing with her head thrown back.
Scent: Vanilla perfume, gasoline, bubblegum, and hot asphalt.
The Story
She is made of sugar and spice.
But mostly sugar.
The kind that sticks to your fingers. The kind that never really leaves.
This bracelet tastes like a summer drive.
It’s pink. Not the polite pink of a tea party.
But the electric, neon pink of a sunset over the highway.
Wild. Sweet. And a little bit reckless.
It catches the light like a crush.
Zircons that blink faster than a heartbeat.
Gold that feels like 5 PM sunlight.
Someday She wears it with ripped jeans.
She wears it to watch the fireworks.
She wears it because she is young, and the road is long.
Just a girl.
In a world that is hers for the taking.
Material: Pink Zircon & Sun-Kissed Copper.
(You look like the 4th of July.)
